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Queensway. Not the most aspirational of shopping haunts. There's good old Whiteleys, of course, the destination hotspot for out-of-towners seeking that multiplex vibe and lone Middle Eastern men seeking beauties to make sexy with. Then there's the unusual Queensway Market, harbinger of Russian dried foods, dodgy computers and a Psychic Alley (yes, really).  | 
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And then there are what we of the locale unaffectionately dub Union Jack shops. You know - miniature double decker buses; 'My Other Car's a Roller' stickers and fake LVMH luggage (how the demand can possibly justify the supply is a question that I'll take to my grave). Imagine my surprise at passing our old Boots to see that 
          it had been transformed into yet another UJ shop, albeit one with a 
          difference. Lining one side were the most exquisite, up-to-the-minute 
          tailored handmade dresses and separates, of the ilk that has never been 
          seen before on Queensway.  | 
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I questioned the sales girl further - "I know," she sighed, rolling her eyes, "they're by Central St Martins graduates so they're a bit expensive". The sales tickets read between £25 and £40 per piece. "Honey," I said, "you buy this shit in Dispensary for six times the price." It would appear that the residents' pain is the consumer's gain. Former Boots store, 75 Queensway, W2.  | 
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